In sleep, the gentleness of her face was readily apparent, unmarred by the usual guarded expression she wore when she was awake. Dealing with Sex Piston was like trying to reach a rose among a garden of thorns. Every time he reached out to her, he was nicked by a thorn and would have to start over in a different direction to try to reach her. He was beginning to worry he never would.
His whole life, women had been easily attainable to him, yet Sex Piston remained just beyond his reach. He didn’t know why she affected him the way she did, just that each and every time he had seen her the last few years he had seen something in her green eyes that had drawn him in and tugged at his world weary heart. She had gone passed his defenses, making him want the unattainable prize of her heart. If he hadn’t tricked her into believing that he had fucked her when she was drunk, he knew without a doubt that he would never have gotten to first base with the woman.
Meri had broken down and told him about the fight at school where she hadn’t come to her sister’s defense, and about Sex Piston’s talk with them. A reluctant grin tugged on his lips at her unorthodox talk with his daughters and what it had revealed about her own past. With Sex Piston’s attitude, he would never have imagined that she would have been bullied in school. In fact, he would have assumed the reverse to be true.
His friendship with her parents became solidified at his discovery of their handling of the situation of Sex Piston’s plight by giving her support and lightening a traumatic event with laughter. Those girls, who had given her the nickname, had sought to humiliate and instead, Sex Piston had turned it into a barrier against her and the world.
Stud remembered the dresses that Sex Piston and her sister had worn during their parents’ wedding. Diamond’s had been the sexier of the two, but Sex Piston’s had been more refined and modest. Sizzle was keenly aware of the differences between her daughters, despite her seemingly haphazard way of raising them.
Stud turned back to the window, not for the first time, noticing that she had parked her bike in front of his truck to be hidden from anyone passing by his house. She kept their involvement a secret, not letting anyone know she had been in his bed the last couple of months. Each day, he saw the wariness in her eyes increase as if they were on borrowed time where they were concerned. She thought she would walk away from him if he made a mistake and proved whatever misconception she had going on in her head.
He moved from the window, sliding into the bed by her side as he lay down next to her fucking beautiful body. His hand slid down her sleek back, curving over her ass as he slid the blanket away, leaving the luscious globes bare to his gaze.
“What time is it?” she asked groggily, not opening her eyes as she buried her head into the pillow.
“Almost six,” he replied, his fingers sliding forward, finding her clit. He began to rub it until his fingers felt the wetness in response to his touch.
Yawning, she stretched and pushed her hips to his touch, her responsive body moving to deepen his touch. He gave her what she wanted, plunging a finger deep within her damp pussy. Her green eyes sleepily opened, desire apparent in their depths as her fingers grasped the pillow under her cheek, her need rising.
Sex Piston was like a cat; she loved to be petted and stroked. She responded to gentleness with a natural seductiveness that had his cock hardening and his balls tightening. He wanted to fuck her senseless, yet he restrained the wildness that was coursing through his bloodstream to dominant this woman and bring her to heel. Instead, he gave her another finger, driving her desire higher by stroking her inner walls in a movement that would heighten her sensitivity to his touch.
A small moan came from her lips just before she buried her face in the pillow beneath her. He removed his hand and, turning to his nightstand, grabbed a condom before ripping the package open and rolling the condom on his cock, barely managing to control the instinct to bury the naked length into her waiting pussy.
He knew she was on birth control, but she refused to let him fuck her bare, even after he had offered repeatedly to show he had a clear bill of health.
Condom in place, he slid his length between her legs. Burying his face in her neck, he took his time sliding his cock inside her slick warmth. Her back arched beneath him, pulling him deeper as he began thrusting inside her. His hands slid underneath her chest, seeking and finding her breasts. His fingers latched onto her nipples, gently rolling the tips until her felt the nubs harden.
She tried to spread her legs wider, but his thighs held her still, keeping her pussy tight. He stroked her harder as she began thrusting her ass back at him.
Another moan rose from the depths of the pillow.